Unperturbed...... Poem by RIC BASTASA

it was always there
now it is here again
i thought i had forgotten
all those
but there they are back
to the room
where he is alone again.

some are pulling the nerves
on his arms
others the hairs of his head
not one is choosing
sympathy for the tired man
who only wants to sleep

this time there is no governance
the self is in anarchy
the arms are not following
what the body wants

this is a fact, one cannot take
away its name
their names are too many
and they are all over the world now
some survive
others just stay
unperturbed.